Anniversary Bear

Once, we went out to the movies to celebrate our anniversary: the first Fantastic Four movie (It's clobberin' time!), but the sequel bypassed the Invisible Theater. A year ago, we went out to the mall to eat, with Ed & Denise; Denise lost her job; we didn't want to impose. So we skipped El Taco Loco, where we made our original plans to make the Two One, & went to PJ's instead. Trish had shrimp (what else?) & I had a chili burger, & a plate of homemade potato chips. We had enough buckadingdongs left to walk over to the Invisible 7-11 to pick up some artificial sweetener & canned pineapple. We came home, & watched cable in the basement for awhile. The TV'd been left on the CW, some night-time soap opera. Then, once more, I napped in my chair. Perhaps a consequence of the Seroquel. Dose might need to be reduced; actually, I want more Abilify. I hope I can get off the Depakote, as it's making me fat. I need a refill, but don't see much point to it, unless the Dr. wants to keep me on it & taper me off it. The other thing that really needs to go is the Risperdal. We see Doc Larocque on Monday. Hopefully, I can have a few of my meds reduced. & fuck Scientology!